Understanding [4]

The Seventh Cycle. 

One of the many cycles that I had experienced in the Will world. 

Even now, I could still remember all of it. 

*Puff* 

The pungent aroma of tobacco that filled the air.

The smoke was warm and harsh as it entered my lungs. Lazily curling through the air, it left a lingering, acrid scent on my clothes and hair.

A slight burn lingered at the back of my throat, coating my tongue as a sense of calm took over. 

It was a cycle that I would never forget. 

.....In that cycle, I indulged in the past. 

Relished the sense of calm that the cigarettes used to bring me. 

But that wasn't all. 

*Sip* 

Gripping the coarse-textured glass, I slowly savored the warm burn spreading down my throat.

It was similar, yet different. 

"Haa..." 

I remembered sinking into the sofa. 

It embraced every part of me and dragged me deeper into the sweet comfort and allure of it.